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"
This
is
no
the
way
,
"
he
said
,
looking
wickedly
at
a
corner
of
the
floor
--
"
this
is
no
the
way
to
win
my
favour
,
David
.
"
"
Sir
,
"
says
I
,
"
with
a
proper
reverence
for
your
age
and
our
common
blood
,
I
do
not
value
your
favour
at
a
boddle
's
purchase
.
I
was
brought
up
to
have
a
good
conceit
of
myself
;
and
if
you
were
all
the
uncle
,
and
all
the
family
,
I
had
in
the
world
ten
times
over
,
I
would
n't
buy
your
liking
at
such
prices
.
"
Uncle
Ebenezer
went
and
looked
out
of
the
window
for
awhile
.
I
could
see
him
all
trembling
and
twitching
,
like
a
man
with
palsy
.
But
when
he
turned
round
,
he
had
a
smile
upon
his
face
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
he
,
"
we
must
bear
and
forbear
.
I
'll
no
go
;
that
's
all
that
's
to
be
said
of
it
.
"
"
Uncle
Ebenezer
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
can
make
nothing
out
of
this
.
You
use
me
like
a
thief
;
you
hate
to
have
me
in
this
house
;
you
let
me
see
it
,
every
word
and
every
minute
:
it
's
not
possible
that
you
can
like
me
;
and
as
for
me
,
I
've
spoken
to
you
as
I
never
thought
to
speak
to
any
man
Why
do
you
seek
to
keep
me
,
then
?
Let
me
gang
back
--
let
me
gang
back
to
the
friends
I
have
,
and
that
like
me
!
"
"
Na
,
na
;
na
,
na
,
"
he
said
,
very
earnestly
.
"
I
like
you
fine
;
we
'll
agree
fine
yet
;
and
for
the
honour
of
the
house
I
couldnae
let
you
leave
the
way
ye
came
.
Bide
here
quiet
,
there
's
a
good
lad
;
just
you
bide
here
quiet
a
bittie
,
and
ye
'll
find
that
we
agree
.
"
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
said
I
,
after
I
had
thought
the
matter
out
in
silence
,
"
I
'll
stay
awhile
.
It
's
more
just
I
should
be
helped
by
my
own
blood
than
strangers
;
and
if
we
do
n't
agree
,
I
'll
do
my
best
it
shall
be
through
no
fault
of
mine
.
"
For
a
day
that
was
begun
so
ill
,
the
day
passed
fairly
well
.
We
had
the
porridge
cold
again
at
noon
,
and
hot
porridge
at
night
;
porridge
and
small
beer
was
my
uncle
's
diet
.
He
spoke
but
little
,
and
that
in
the
same
way
as
before
,
shooting
a
question
at
me
after
a
long
silence
;
and
when
I
sought
to
lead
him
to
talk
about
my
future
,
slipped
out
of
it
again
.
In
a
room
next
door
to
the
kitchen
,
where
he
suffered
me
to
go
,
I
found
a
great
number
of
books
,
both
Latin
and
English
,
in
which
I
took
great
pleasure
all
the
afternoon
.
Indeed
,
the
time
passed
so
lightly
in
this
good
company
,
that
I
began
to
be
almost
reconciled
to
my
residence
at
Shaws
;
and
nothing
but
the
sight
of
my
uncle
,
and
his
eyes
playing
hide
and
seek
with
mine
,
revived
the
force
of
my
distrust
.
One
thing
I
discovered
,
which
put
me
in
some
doubt
.
This
was
an
entry
on
the
fly-leaf
of
a
chap-book
(
one
of
Patrick
Walker
's
)
plainly
written
by
my
father
's
hand
and
thus
conceived
:
"
To
my
brother
Ebenezer
on
his
fifth
birthday
.
"
Now
,
what
puzzled
me
was
this
:
That
,
as
my
father
was
of
course
the
younger
brother
,
he
must
either
have
made
some
strange
error
,
or
he
must
have
written
,
before
he
was
yet
five
,
an
excellent
,
clear
manly
hand
of
writing
.
